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charmedreincarnation · 11 months

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Hello! How are you? I am very good for now. because after trying for over a year I switched to void state last night very easily! it was an incredibly amazing experience for me. I stumbled upon your account on tumblr a few days ago, I saw a lot of people have succeeded with the method you suggested! I felt so happy for them!

Now I will tell my own success story.

I used to be so obsessed with it that I was just procrastinating and "trying" to get into the void when I had so much work to do whenever I had free time.

Throughout this process, I always thought that I would not succeed and always went back to the beginning. I was very bad with everyone around me, I was constantly fighting and exposed to violence. In short, I was experiencing hell on this earth.

Months passed and I decided to focus on my life a little bit. I tried to think positively and convince myself how easy it was for me to manifest. But there was one very important thing that I forgot, all the evil forces in this hell were coming only on me, only me.

I spent the whole of last year and the first months of this year like a living dead...

But in these last few days, I have made a decision that will radically change my life. Before, I tried every method to enter void constantly, but something was not going well every time. So I decided that it would be easier and more useful to just assume that I woke up there, rather than making dozens of efforts to enter void 2 days ago.

THE DAY I FINALLY ENTERED THE VOID CONSCIOUSLY!

I didn't listen to the subliminal, I just did a 20-minute meditation, my wish to revisit life in more detail. At the end of the meditation, I said only one affirmation: I will wake up in void tonight.

I wasn't tired and very sleepy that night (these are usually what people think is necessary for a void).I just lay on my bed in my usual position and affirmed that I would wake up in void at night. After that I already went straight to sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night, I didn't move. The sounds were so muffled, it's like you're listening to a song through a broken earpiece, that's how I heard it. I stayed like that for a few minutes, then the sounds suddenly stopped and I felt myself being pulled into the darkness. My heart was beating so fast, so I focused on calming myself. I couldn't feel my body anymore, as if someone was separating my soul from my body and floating it in a vacuum of space. That's when I realized that I really succeeded! And I calmed down for a while and then said my affirmations. I didn't make a special list, so I said it all one by one.

My manifests:

The face and body I dreamed of down to the smallest detail

My desired name, surname(i have two names in different languages)

My dream room and house with all the items on my Pinterest board(There were almost 50K pins on the board I mentioned...)

I overhauled my father as someone else entirely. With his nationality, zodiac sign, appearance, name.(I also added that he is a person who gets along perfectly with his 4 children and his wife!)

I made my mother younger in appearance, not in age, I also wished her a happy and peaceful life in every way.

As for our financial situation, my father is an extraordinarily wealthy businessman, we own the largest house and the most luxurious car in my city. We also have 4 modern apartments and 1 huge villa in another city! It does not end with these, we also have houses in America, France, England!

I also manifested new phone and other electronic gadgets.

We are 4 siblings in the family and we all get along very well, no hurtful words and no violence!

I have a private room for my unfinished clothes in my room and a very nice bathroom adjacent to my room!

I also manifested success in the lessons: no matter how long the paragraph is, it stays in my mind only once I read it and I never forget it! I do not have a single error in all the tests I have solved.

We have a total of 4 pets including 2 cats and a puppy and a husky dog. Our garden is huge, with a big swing, a covered area to sit in in the winter, and lots of lavender flowers, white roses!

By the way, I manifested that I have lived this life from the beginning, so our house is full of memories we have accumulated with my siblings and parents since childhood, our childhood photos everywhere, emotional diaries my mother wrote when she was pregnant.

I also manifested new friends to myself: one of them is famous (keep this part private lol), I wished to meet him since childhood. Apart from her, I also have a male friend who is our family friend and my best friend who lives with us.

That's all I wanted, I left everything else to my subconscious and my last sentence before leaving the void was "I will open my eyes to the life I dreamed of".

Finally, when I came out of the void, I heard my brother's voice, scolding me for turning off the air conditioner in my room and leaving it on until morning, and saying that he would be very upset if I got sick. (it did indeed come true more perfectly than I had imagined! )

The reason why I wrote my success story and the life I manifested at length is this: most people limit their desires and try to make do with less. Believe me, I was thinking the same way a month ago, thinking that living the life I wanted was unfair to the people in my life. But lately, thanks to what those people did to me, I realized that all this time I had been unfair to myself, not to them. After realizing this, I reminded myself that I only deserved the life of my dreams.

And now that I'm who I should be, I'm pretty happy with it. I can't thank you enough my dear. The success stories you shared motivated me a lot and helped me take action.

I am so proud of you my love. I absolutely adore revision stories as well as the usage of intention which is my personal favorite method. No method is stronger than your will to have your desires. Thank you so much for sharing your story and I hope you continue to always live your best life <3

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #void state #void success

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sluttywoozi · 2 years

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Buy A Boyfriend || chs x reader

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Summary: Being a professional boyfriend on SVTHub is great - all Vernon has to do is respond to a few texts, send out a couple selfies, do a stream every now and then, and he makes enough to cover tuition. Things get a little tricky when he finds himself wishing he actually was your boyfriend.

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: 4kish

Content Notes: voice kink, male masturbation, swearing, he is a virtual boyfriend for money, the texts will probs look like ass on mobile, gender neutral reader, reader has cats and I borrowed @sluttywonwoo 's cats bc im their aunt and I love them (sorry if u have your own, please imagine them 😭), they dont have sex (in this part) my bad, reader is a stem major bc I live to project, I think that’s it pls let me know if I missed anything!!

Vernon’s username: bandsboyvern

Reader’s username: allthoughtsheadfull

Vernon sighs as he opens up SVTHub, knowing he has at least three messages that ask, “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

His answer will, of course, be “Yes and I would make you a cute little worm house in a jar and take you with me everywhere,” when he really wants to say, ”No I wouldn’t, because I don't know you at all and worms have a very short life expectancy.”

But this is the life he’s created for himself; getting paid to act like a boyfriend comes with answering cliche boyfriend questions. He’s scrolling through messages, answering good morning and goodnight texts with an appropriate selfie, when one message catches his eye, or actually, wow, 5 messages, all from one person.

Vernon tilts his head, considering how to answer. It’s a bit weird that you sought out a pretend boyfriend to tell these things to but he can’t say the messages aren’t more entertaining than the usual ones. And, honestly, snails are effervescent.

Vernon answers some messages from other users; badbitchesrus is having friend group drama again and he’s dying to tell her, “you’re the problem,” but a boyfriend wouldn’t say that so he just agrees, saying, “you’re so right, Jen did copy ur fit last night but u did it better baby.” He replies to a few selfies with paragraphs of fire and heart eye emojis, and sends out a couple ‘hope ur day gets better babygirl’s.

Clicking out of the app, Vernon tries to force himself to focus on studying. He’s got a music theory quiz this week and a sound design exam next week and he’s not prepared for either. His fingers tap out a rhythm on his knee as he runs over scales in his head, swearing to himself after missing the last sharp in B major for the fourth time. He’s about to pull out his keyboard for manual practice when his phone dings with a message, the tone telling him it's SVTHub. His head hits the back of his chair, hoping beyond hope it’s not another worm message, and he smiles in surprise when he sees it’s from you.

thought 5: legally blonde is peak cinema and has something for everyone so whyyyy is it universally disliked

Vernon tilts his head, realizing that even though he’d never seen Legally Blonde, he did dislike it for some reason. Huh.

His phone goes off again, another thought from you.

thought 6: why did stephanie name it twilight and then have bella meet edward in the daytime

He hasn’t seen Twilight either but, honestly, you bring up a good point. Why name it a certain time of day and then not have them meet at that time?

Happy to be distracted, Vernon settles in to ask you some questions and hopefully get some movie recommendations.

Before Vernon can respond, he gets another message, from bbygrill99 this time. She’s requesting an ab pic, her third this week, and he wonders why she’s so obsessed with his abs when his ass is great too, but complies nonetheless. Lifting his shirt, he tenses his abdominals and tilts his phone to get the perfect angle, his bottom lip just barely in frame and his gray sweats sitting low on his hips. He’s been trying to drink more water because apparently you need it to survive, so his abs aren’t as defined as usual and he hopes she doesn’t say anything. He sends the picture out with a kiss emoji and saves it to his folder of lewds, hoping he’ll be able to reuse it.

He’s very intrigued by the idea of threats to increase productivity, and asks you more questions. This turns out to be counterproductive as it leads to a whole conversation that makes him laugh all the way through, and consequently, he doesn’t get any more work done.

It’s almost time for his weekly goodnight stream, and Vernon’s still thinking about your last conversation. You’d lured him into a debate about living as a pigeon or living with pigeons, and he still wasn’t sure who’d won. You hadn’t sent him any new thoughts today, and even though you’d just become a subscriber last week, he’s missing you for some reason. He really enjoyed the randomness of your brain, and hearing what was going on in there throughout the day. It was a nice break from pretending to be the perfect boyfriend, and he got to respond like he wanted, not like he thought he should.

Starting the stream, he settles into bed and begins telling his patrons about his day, pausing at certain moments to let them respond to him. On their screens, it just looks like a personal facetime, and they get to pretend he’s talking to them and them alone. He tries not to frown when he realizes you haven’t joined, and hopes you will soon; you were the one person he actually wanted to say goodnight to.

You don’t join, and Vernon goes to bed sad and confused. Why were you paying for this if you weren’t going to use your membership to the fullest? His subscribers loved the introduction of goodnight streams, some are even asking for good morning streams too. You also hadn’t asked him for any pictures yet, even though everyone was allowed three per day. Maybe you just hadn’t read the membership benefits when you joined and didn’t know? He should probably ask, right? Just to be sure you’re getting your money’s worth.

Vernon gasps, staring down at his phone in awe.

A cat picture. You've sent him a cat picture. A picture of a cat. Your cat, presumably.

Vernon’s heart stutters, his eyebrows raising.

damn.

He sighs in disbelief before setting his jaw in determination and deciding the perfect combination and sequence of emojis to convey his true feelings.

Vernon puts the phone down for a moment as he remembers what you’d first said about your cats. One likes you too much and one doesn’t like you at all. He wonders which is which, they're both looking at you with such love.

He’s spinning in his desk chair, zoning out a little, when his eyes hit the open sound design program on his desktop.

Fuck, he has an exam tomorrow.

Vernon’s mouth stretches in a smile, his kicking feet sending him on a giddy spin in his chair. Putting his phone on Do Not Disturb, he forces himself to focus.

Vernon is sitting in his Audio Mastering Techniques class when you text him. He was already struggling to focus, fingers drumming on the table and leg bouncing under it, his neighbor sending a glare over every few minutes. He tries his best not to check, but you'd promised him your first thought and he wants to see what it is!

Glancing around surreptitiously, Vernon opens SVTHub with his phone under the table. You'd never sent him an explicit message before but there's a first time for everything (Vernon hopes).

Vernon looks up organic chemistry practice problems but sees ‘Stereospecificity in Addition Reactions’ and ‘Electrophilic Addition Reactions to Conjugated Dienes’ and immediately begins shaking his head, exiting out of the browser and texting you again.

Vernon’s heart starts racing as he reads your text. You want to call him. You want to speak words and you want him to listen and respond and then you’ll respond to his words.

Cool.

Vernon’s sitting at his desk, spinning around as the phone rings and rain pangs against the window.

“Hey! Sorry,” you sound out of breath, “it’s monsooning and i couldn’t text and hold the umbrella and keep my laptop out of the rain at the same time.”

“It’s okay, no worries. How’d the exam go? Did you cry?” He asks, only slightly worried.

“It went well, I think! I did cry but just a little and I didn’t get it on the exam paper this time, thank goodness.”

You tell him more about the exam and he just listens, absorbing your voice and tone and cadence. He wants to record you, wishes he could listen to you all the time, your voice is so entrancing.

“Did you have your midterm yet?” You ask sweetly, sounding concerned.

This startles Vernon out of his trance and he has to ask himself if he has taken his midterm yet today, and sighs in relief when he realizes he has a few hours left to go.

“Nah, it’s not till later so i’m just studying and vibing.”

Vernon chats more with you, trying to imagine what you look like and wishing patrons had a profile picture like he does, before he realizes it’s been an hour and he should get focused. Promising to call you after his exam and wishing he could just take you with him in his pocket, he hangs up.

Vernon does call you after his exam, and he calls you the next day too, and the next. It’s easier than ever for him to respond to messages, romantic words flowing and streams getting more and more popular. He just pretends he’s talking to you and it always works. You haven’t joined one of his streams yet but he’s holding out hope, and secretly wishing that you’d request a private videocall. You still haven’t asked for any selfies but he finds himself sending them anyway, hoping someday you’ll send one back.

He’s getting ready for his bedtime stream when he starts thinking about your last phone call, just a few hours ago. You’d just woken up from a nap, sounding all raspy and sleepy and cute, and he tried to picture your face, cheek lined with pillow creases. He doesn’t remember what you’d talked about because he couldn’t focus on anything but your voice, soft and sweet in his ear. He pictures you, laying in bed next to him, your head on his chest or his on yours, your legs tangled up with his own. He can’t help but imagine your fingers trailing over the ridges of his abdomen, running up and down his chest, and his own fingers start to follow.

Vernon thinks about your fingers moving lower, running along his waistband and dipping beneath. But you’re a tease, and they slip out and over the fabric of his sweats, pressing down where he’s starting to grow hard. He rubs his palm over his dick, squeezing harder the closer he gets to the head, imagining your giggle when his hips buck up. His phone goes off, startling him out of his fantasy and reminding him he has a stream to start.

He hasn’t done one like this in a while but the tips are always insane and he really wants to buy the lego set you told him you did the other day, so he shrugs and presses the red record button on his phone.

“Hey baby, it's so good to see you. How are you?” Vernon pauses to let his viewers answer, thinking about how you’d respond.

“I had a busy day, midterms finished last week but I have a project due soon and I haven’t made a lot of progress on it,” he hears you scold him in his head, telling him to get a move on.

“But I’m really tired, and i just wanna relax. Think you could help me?” Vernon asks, setting his phone down to pull off his shirt, missing the little notification popping up to say you’d joined. He smiles softly into the camera as he picks it back up, sliding on the bed to rest his head on the pillows. He pans the camera down to show his abs, running his fingers down his chest to settle at his waistband, pretending they’re yours. The tips start rolling in and he mutes his phone, the dinging sound beginning to annoy him.

Vernon tries to find that fantasy again, the one where you’re in bed with him and touching him and talking to him, and slips his hand into his sweats, fingers wrapping around his hard cock. He sighs, pulling his dick out and rubbing his palm over the head, his hips jerking at the friction. Leaning over to dig around his bedside table for some lube, Vernon wonders what you’re doing right now. He opens the cap and dribbles some onto his length, smearing it around with his hand. It’s chilly but he just tells himself your hand is cold, and starts squeezing his cock, pulling a little when he gets to the head. A punched out moan leaves his chest, lube warming up and dick getting harder.

It feels better than usual for some reason, but Vernon isn’t willing to think about why at the moment, and keeps jerking his cock. He’s panting a bit now, staring into the camera with half-lidded eyes and lip bitten between his teeth, feeling his abs tense with every pull. Closing his eyes so he can picture your hand moving on him, he tilts his head back into the pillow, wishing he could moan your name.

The heat is starting to rise in his stomach, his hips bucking into the movements of his hand, and he knows he’s getting close. He really is tired so he doesn’t try to draw it out, just squeezes at the head harder and tries not to whine at the pressure. He thinks about your hands on him, god, your mouth on him, and imagines your voice telling him to cum.

Vernon almost drops the phone on his chest with the force of his orgasm, trying to decide if he should turn the camera to show the cum shooting out of his cock and pooling in the ridges of his abs. He leaves it facing him instead, knowing his face is screwed up in pleasure and his moans are echoing throughout the room. Staring at the ceiling, Vernon tries to catch his breath and wonders why he just came so hard. He can feel his eyelids drooping, mind going hazy with sleep and oxytocin, and blows a kiss into the camera, saying goodnight.

You haven’t texted him in a week.

Vernon’s messaged you, selfies and thoughts and questions, but you haven't responded. He even checked your profile, just to make sure you hadn’t canceled your membership. He doesn’t know what to do; you’ve only been a subscriber for a couple months and you’ve only been gone a week, but he misses you. He misses waking up to a random philosophical question from you, or a picture of your latest A, or a video of your cats play(?) fighting.

But Vernon also doesn’t want to bother you, or overwhelm you, so he’s cooled it down a bit. He only texted you once yesterday, and he hasn’t texted you at all today. He just wishes he knew you’re okay, that nothing bad has happened to you, that you’ll come back. He knows now that being a pretend boyfriend is no fun if you don’t have someone whose boyfriend you want to be.

For now, he’ll just keep checking his phone and hoping to see a message from you.

Vernon's knee bounces, jaw clenching as he listens to the phone ring, waiting for you to pick up. He can't wait to hear your voice, it hasn't even been two weeks but that's more than long enough for him. You just soothe him, quiet his brain and still his hands. He's not sure if it's how gently you speak, or how your voice feels like a soft, warm blanket right out of the dryer, or how your words slide over him like silk, but he's missed you and as soon as you pick up and say hello, it's like his entire body relaxes.

He chats with you a bit, catching up on your classes and telling you about the work he's done for his project (little to none), letting you scold him for having done no work on his project and enjoying it.

The conversation draws to a natural conclusion, both of you having exhausted every possible topic in an effort to avoid the reason for the call. Vernon takes a deep breath and tries to steel himself; he's never been good with uncomfortable situations or feelings talk but he's willing to try, for you.

"So, you thought this was like a... pen pal situation? Didn't you have to put in your ID to prove you're over 18?"

"Well, yes, but I thought it was just so we could talk about adult topics, not because it's porn!"

Vernon blanches, he hadn't really thought about the fact that he was basically a porn star and he's not sure how he feels about it. He's not ashamed, sex is normal and human and he needs to make money somehow, but he does wonder how much longer he'll want to keep doing this. It's not easy to act like a boyfriend to so many people at once when he knows there's only one person he wants. And he does know it now, he wants you.

"Does it make you uncomfortable? That I do this?" Vernon worries, knowing he doesn't want to stop but also knowing he doesn't want to lose you.

"No, I mean, a job is a job and you get to make your own schedule and devote all your focus to school. It seems like a great gig, and you're good at it obviously..." You trail off, sounding sad for some reason. He hasn't heard you like this before, your voice a bit thready and foggy, like you're suppressing tears.

"What's wrong?" Vernon asks urgently, becoming more and more concerned with every sniffle that escapes you.

You stay silent for a while, Vernon tries to be patient but he can hear your breath catching, and he's about to start crying too just so you don't cry alone. He breathes out your name, hoping you'll respond.

"Ugh, I just-" you stop yourself, sounding... embarrassed?

"I..." you take what sounds like a very deep breath, and Vernon feels like he's at the edge of a cliff, just waiting to jump.

"I like you! I like when you call me babe and flirt with me and call me and I liked the face you made when you came and I liked how you sounded and then I wanted to make you sound like that! But this is your literal job, acting like a boyfriend, and I didn't know that so I let myself have a crush on you not knowing that it was all fake!"

It takes Vernon a second to process what you said, you'd said it all in one breath and spoken so fast, your voice shaking with the cutest mix of nerves and annoyance.

"Nononononononono!!! It wasn't fake! It was fake with everyone else but never with you," Vernon spits out in a rush, desperate to make you understand. He's pacing in his room now, phone pressed to his ear, arms crossed and fingers taptaptapping at his elbow. He wonders what he can say to make you believe him, to make sure you know that you've always been different, been special, to him.

"I look forward to your thoughts every day. Whenever you text me, I literally kick my feet like a little kid. Every time I streamed - they're not all like that, by the way - I couldn't stop checking to see if you'd joined. Patrons can only ask for three selfies a day, I send you like five, unprompted-" he could go on, but you interrupt him with a call of his name. He's not sure he's heard it on your lips before, but it does something to him. Something that's very inconvenient for him to deal with now, during this very emotional conversation. He's tempted to send you a picture, maybe that will convince you.

"Vernon," you call again, bringing his focus back to your voice and away from what your voice was doing to him.

"So, what are you saying?" you continue, starting to sound a bit less sad and a bit more like yourself.

"I'm saying I want to be your actual boyfriend, and not for money, so you'll have to cancel your membership, sorry."

There's silence for a few beats; Vernon feels himself teetering on the cliff again as he waits for your response.

"I mean- is that... allowed?" You seem unsure, sounding slightly hopeful but a bit apprehensive still. He wishes he could see your face, wishes he knew what you look like at all (knowing would definitely help at nighttime or in the shower or when he wakes up for ... reasons). He shakes his head to bring himself back to the conversation before you notice that his mind had wandered.

"Yea, I mean, my friend does cam shows with his partner and another friend of mine found out his roommate was watching his shows and now they fuck everyday! That could be us!" Vernon tries to reassure you, hoping you're willing to at least try.

"Ummmmm I don't know about that just yet but we could try... dating, I guess? It may be difficult just online but I like you and you say you like me so, why not?"

Vernon thinks that if he jumped out of his window right now, he just might fly. He won't because he's not trying to die now that you're letting him be your boyfriend, but the feeling is there.

"Yes! I do like you, I like you a lot. I like you so much. Please date me." He knows he's practically begging at this point, but he doesn't care. Vernon's willing to beg, on his knees if he needs to, if it means he can be your boyfriend for real.

"Okay! Okay," you giggle, a bit muffled as if you're covering your mouth. "I'll date you if you date me?"

Vernon can't contain his grin, spinning in circles around his room even though he's already dizzy.

"Deal."

Vernon squints, sitting in his 9 am and staring down at the purple pen in his hand, the one he’d found sitting on the desk when he came in.

There’s no way though, right?

Right?

Vernon tries not to freak out as he looks under the desk to find a water bottle. One with your name on it.

Vernon has a choice to make. He could sit here, try to focus on class, while he thinks about you somewhere on campus, struggling through an exam and dehydrated and sad. Or …

Not on my watch, Vernon thinks, shooting up from the desk and grabbing his stuff and yours. He’s jogging across campus before he knows it, dodging frisbees and dogs on the green, weaving through hammocks and hopping over sleeping students. He’s not sure what lecture hall you’re in but he knows the chemistry building, and if he books it, he’s sure he can make it.

He’s speedwalking down the hall, peeking in windows and listening at doors, trying to find your class. His eyes catch a paper taped to a door, warning, “EXAM AT 915. DO NOT DISTURB.”

He could jump in glee but, glancing at his phone and seeing that it’s 9:10, he knows he doesn’t have time.

Vernon’s hoping, praying you’ll listen to him when the door opens a smidge, and the most beautiful face he’s ever seen peeks through. It's like heaven’s light is shining down on him, he thinks he can hear angels, and is that wind? Blowing through his hair?

Staring back at him, your eyes shoot open in disbelief, before landing on your pen and water bottle in his hands. You squeal, bouncing in your shoes and throwing your arms around his neck. He breathes you in, reeling at the weight of your body against his, and you pull back before he can return your embrace. Vernon misses you instantly but he knows you have to go be a genius so, handing you the water and pen, he accepts a kiss on the cheek and watches you leave.

Hiiii!! Would love to know your thoughts, whether they come in a like, reblog, comment, or ask! Please feel free to come talk to me i will cry and smile all day!! Planning a pt 2 for this but i'm hoping to get pt 2 of like a cowboy out first!

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And check out the rest of SVTHub! A good few fics are out and you’ll still have something to look forward to as more will be posted over the next few weeks ☺️

I am so grateful to @sapphichui for trusting me with this and I’ve had such a great time collaborating with and getting to know other awesome authors on here!

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sorcerous-caress · 3 months

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Worldbuilding and human kink? Is it my birthday /lh. This has me googling “halfling sex” and being a little surprise someone has thought about it enough to write a generously large paragraph.

Apparently it’s not uncommon for them to have more casual sex with close neighbors and friends indulging in it together. I genuinely think it would be hilarious for a halfling with a human, elf, drow, orc, dwarf, etc (the more uptight races) friend/neighbor to ‘seduce’ and then being very friendly and kind, but not exclusive or even inherently romantic.

Halflings 🤝 Humans

Being horny on main.

Oh my god imagine a poly relationship that's a human who thinks this is a casual friends with benfits deal, a halfing who thinks everyone here is just friends, and one high elf who acts as if they're robbing a bank whenever they watch the human go down on the halfing.

Add a dragonborn who is sweating over which one of those people is gonna end up as their mate for life, who isn't phased by the sex but it's the romance part that's considered a big taboo in their culture to even date someone for love, so imagine seeing more tha one person?

High elves being sex repressed 🤝 Dragonborns being romance repressed

Also I really love world building AAAAA i wanna invent shit and make shit up and shake it around like a snow globe. I believe elves went to the moon much sooner than humans with just magic, dwarves have found fallen space rocks and meteors and used them to forge their weapons, winged elves or any species who can fly already mapped the world and drew all the know maps before humans even learned how to tame horses.

Also the horses is funny, elves has seen them all their lives but never bothered to tame it because it feels weird yk? Why would they ride on an animal, plus their cousin is a centaur so it feels even more weird.

Then they see the humans coaxing the horses with carrots while holding a saddle behind their back, skip a few years and suddenly the horse population skyrockects as humans steal this one animal to their side.

Imagine being a wood elf and in harmony with all of nature, then glancing over at the human city and feeling very confused on what these weird wolves are and why do the humans call them dogs, also why are they obeying the humans and holy shit that one is wearing bowtie.

Occasionally humans just wander into the forest, spot an animal that seems semi useful then kidnap it back to their city, suddenly their population spikes and they're the new best friends of humanity.

It happened the other way with cats tho, the wood elves remember overhearing two cats talking about the hairless apes wandering around and how one was betting the other that they can get them to share their food by just screaming at them.

Humans probably inspired their cuisine based on halflings' recipes since they didn't add soul consuming spices for fun like elves and didn't sprinkle in literal gem and gold dust like dragonborns.

A human with a Halfling neighbour who comes over every other day to share their stew because "they accidentally made too much and can't possibly finish it all themselves so how about you grab a bowl or two, human?"

One day the human makes a joke about how they're a simp or going to horny jail, whatever modern shitposting meme is trending, and the halfling takes it seriously and offers to sleep with them.

I mean, that is basic neighbourly hospitality to them. Of course they will fuck their friend who is in need, you don't even have to ask twice, come here and lay down and they'll take care of you until satisfied.

Now their trips over to your house are twice as frequent, half to feed you their cooking, other half to sate your lust appetite.

#♡human kink #♡halflings #♡smut #dnd human kink #♡modern au human kink

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kimmimaru · 10 months

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So, I struggle to sleep. My brain will just refuse to shut the fuck up, basically. So I started listening to sleep stories, just to give myself something other than my own thoughts to focus on. It’s worked ok so far, found some that have helped. Anyways, the issue I have is that there are some pretty long pauses between paragraphs in some of them, so the voice will fade away and there’ll be soft music or rain sounds and I’ll be juuuust on the edge of sleep and then the guy will start talking again. It scares the fuck out of me lol. Makes me jump every bloody time. His voice isn’t even loud at all, its very soft and gentle sounding but it’s so unexpected that it jerks me awake again. Also I use youtube because I don’t know anywhere else (no, I won’t use audible. I already pay for prime, don’t want to fork out extra). I did find one story I enjoy read by Stephen Fry, there’s just something so nice about his voice. And he doesn’t do the long pauses so that’s a bonus. And I really hate that ASMR stuff. It’s weird and uncomfortable. I just wish I wasn’t so sound sensitive because any deviation from the usual night time noises wakes me up and once I’m awake, I’m awake and there’s no chance I’m going back to sleep. For example: People outside. I live in a usually quiet place, countryside close to some woodland. So when my neighbours come home drunk from the pub and stand outside chatting (I say chatting, its more like they’re so pissed they have no concept of ‘quiet’ and are just shouting at one another) if I was asleep before, I will wake up as soon as I hear their footsteps. The pair of owls who seem to live in the trees outside my house? Loud fucking birds. They like to scream at one another for a good long while. Foxes? Also loud fuckers. Hedgehogs? The worst. Grunting and sniffing. Cats? Ffs no one needs to hear that. My neighbour deciding to cook a whole fucking meal at 3am? Chop, chop, chop, bang bang bang, crash. Microwave ping. Jesus christ. (not to mention the thuds as they walk around in their flat, that’s not their fault though). People opening their windows? So. Loud. Ever listened to big ass Victorian mental hospital windows open? It’s not fun when you’re trying to sleep and then suddenly have the awful feeling that its not a neighbour and someone is, in fact, breaking into YOUR house, through your window even though it’s locked and you have a massive dog who hates other people down stairs. So then you have to get up and wobble your sleepy arse down stairs to make sure. Also the noise from the pipes, the general sounds of other people’s TV’s (is that ghosts having a meeting in your living room? No, it’s your neighbour watching some late night television). And then...and then there’s the sound of electricity. That shits annoying. No one ever believes you either, you can insist until you’re blue in the face that yes, the walls ARE making sounds but no, you’re crazy. It hums. And it’s not tinnitus either. And yet...and YET, I also can’t sleep in perfect silence either. Because it drives me insane and it comes back to having to listen to my own thoughts. Which is not good. Night time me is mean. So, thank god for fans and sleep music/stories. So long as its not ASMR, don’t have long pauses so you end up with an accidental jump-scare and it sounds like Stephen Fry.

#Late night ramblings #sorry #I am so tired

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waitingforwinterwinds · 1 year

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A Clash of Kings - 39 CATELYN V (pages 503-518)

Cat returns to Riverrun, gets caught up on what she missed, officially puts Brienne's name of the team roster, and has a moment with two of the most important men in her life, her dying father, and dead husband.

He went on to tell how the remnants of Ser Stafford's host had fallen back on Lannisport. Without siege engines there was no way to storm Casterly Rock, so the Young Wolf was paying the Lannisters back in kind for the devastation they'd inflicted on the riverlands. Lord Karstark and Glover were raiding along the coast, Lady Mormont had captured thousands of cattle and was driving them back towards Rivverrun, while Greatjon had seized the gold mines at Castamere, Nunn's Deep, and the Pendric Hills.

I misread 'cattle' as 'castle' the first time and had a moment trying to figure out how they squeezed so many castles into the western countryside, even assuming they're the tiny only technically count ones. XD [Insert McLeod's Daughters/Mormont's Daughters droving joke here] Also as I was starting this paragraph I was hoping this guy didn't mean to imply what it sounded like he was implying. Which is to say: that Robb's army is now the ones pillage, rape, burning the smallfolk. They loose all moral high ground the second they start going after the smallfolk who would have had as much to do with the riverlands being burned and violated as the smallfolk of the riverlands.

"I know how hard it is-" Brienne shook off her hand. "No one knows." "you're wrong," Catelyn said sharply. "Every morning, when I wake, I remember that Ned is gone. I have no skill with swords, but that does not mean I do not dream of riding to King's Landing and wrapping my around Cersei Lannister's white neck and squeezing until her face turns black." ... "Brienne, I have taken many wellborn ladies into my service over the years, but never one like you. I am no battle commander." "No, but you have courage. Not battle courage perhaps but... I don't know... a kind of woman's courage. And I think, when the time comes, you will not try to hold me back from Stannis." Catelyn could hear Stannis saying that Robb's turn too would come in time. It was like a cold breath on the back of her neck. "When the time comes, I will not hold you back."

This is so weirdly wholesome, I think mostly because it's two women who aren't tearing at each other in some way, but acknowledging one another. We don't get enough of this.

"This is Brienne of Tarth, the daughter of Lord Slewyn the Evenstar, who served in Renly's Rainbow Guard," Catelyn told them.

Sorry, I just need a second... *flips to the index* here we go, "The king in Highgarden," bride, bannermen, Ah! "Lord Slewyn of Tarth, called Evenstar" ... huh... okay well whaaat abooout... rainbow guard, Brienne! "Brienne of Tarth, the Blue, also called Brienne The Beauty, daughter to Lord Selwyn the Evenstar,"

...So... why don't they have a family name? Legit everyone else of lordship levels seems to have one, but these two are just "of Tarth" Why?

Lemme check the wiki... oh hey, Brienne has three siblings. Okay, well that's implying their house/family name is Tarth also, not just the name of their island, so why...

House Tarth live on the isle of Tarth separated by the Straight of Tarth... what in Tarth-nation?

Sorry, just never clicked until just now it's always Brienne of Tarth, not Brienne Tarth. I'm just going to assume it's because of Tarth Cubed.

Catelyn was shocked. "You've killed envoys?" "False envoys," Edmure declared. (...) "- On the fourth night they tried to free the Kingslayer." he pointed up. "That big brute killed two guards with nought but those ham hands of his, caught them by the throats and smashed their skulls together while that skinny lad besde him was openning Lannisters cell with a bit of wire, gods curse him. The one on the end was some sort of damned mummer. He used my own voice to command that the River Gate be opened. The guardsmen swear to it, Enger and Delp and Long Lew, all three. -"

Oh yeah, I forgot about Tyrion's back up plan. Ha, busted. It was such a good one too. Alas, TPK. ... damn, now I kinda want a fic of that failed plan as a failed D&D campaign. (The good kind of D&D, Dungeons & Dragons, not the bad kind of D&D, who messed up the show so much.)

...Oh poor Cat, again she's gone to see her ailing father and he thinks she's someone else.

It would feel good to sleep on a feather bed again, with a warm fire in the hearth; when she was rested the world would seem less bleak.

Sleep Agenda, heck yeah! It's true though, no matter how bad things are, some good sleep, food, and hydration will always make things easier to deal with, or endure. (Sunlight also, is good.)

The head had been rejoined to the body with fine silver wire, but one skull looked much like another, -

I have a question.

This is literally just bones, why is only the head being held on with wire? just bones don't naturally hold in place, so what? are the rest of them super glued together? does the head just need reinforcement because of a broken vertebrae? is it purely symbolic? or is the rest of the skeleton wired together?

Also poor Cat, again. I wonder if there's always going to be a part of her doubting if those really are Ned's bones, because she can't find any trace of him in them, none of his living self at least. Is this really closure for her?

Also, also: how much meat needs to be left behind for the Others' magic to work? Is Ned, by virtue of being a skellie, now immune to ice wizard necromancy?

The women in grey bowed their heads. The silent sisters do not speak to the living, Catelyn remembered dully, but some say they can talk to the dead. And how she envied that...

ngl, I would love to see the silent sisters dealing with some Ghost Whisperer type shenanigans. Oooohhh, could you imagine, someone who can talk to the dead hears the rumours about the silent sisters and joins the order thinking "at last, my people" but they're still the only one who can talk to ghosts, and the dead are honestly just so annoying.

#a clash of kings #a song of ice and fire #catelyn stark #catelyn tully #a chapter a day reading #acok #asoiaf

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writinglittlebeasts · 10 months

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summer reading/arting/writing tag

i was tagged by @tabswrites !

Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

as always i will be chipping away at wolf's tooth! i'm going to try to solidify a visual design for working-name 'what wolves can't eat' as well, so i can more readily describe them + their behaviors in the book / wherever else they're going to appear.

Recommend a book.

this is middle grade, but william sleator's among the dolls is one of my favorite books of all time. it's about a girl who gets a thrifted doll house for her birthday (complete with a cast of mismatched little dolls) and, dissatisfied, starts to act out a dark home life for them. except the doll house is magic and the dolls are alive and they Really do not like her lol. the edition i got from my mom (and i think she got it from a library) is illustrated and trina schart hyman's illustrations are absolutely Gorgeous; i've been thinking about them my ENTIRE life

Recommend a fic.

it won't surprise you to know that i've been reading fic while i've been writing fic lmao... maybe also won't surprise you that the only fic i've been reading is for the magicians (i love them </3)... anyway the fic time won't fly is violent and fun + twists the show's plot in a direction i wouldn't have thought i'd find so interesting (bc imo war as a plot is grating in a lot of ways) but did find interesting and cool to read

(if that link and italicization is roving around that last paragraph i have no idea why; my computer is Borked + the tumblr posting interface is really weird and unintuitive these days. like, it may not even be moving, it could just Look like it's moving, To Me, on this computer)

Recommend music.

(sorry for being one of those people who listens to music on youtube lol)

the killing kind by marianas trench is very red cat, which is my unfinished (indefinite hiatus) webcomic about ghosts and royal succession in a gorge (and also everyone is a cat)

world ender by lord huron (a song about sleepless sea-- To Me)

lost on you by lp lives in my head rent-free, and this particular live recording rattles my very bones

this version of in the air tonight from the american psycho musical because i just like it (and so does my dad who has Not like some of the other covers i have sent him of this song lmao)

Share one piece of advice!

don't let your laptop's operating system fall out of date for ANY reason because everything is on apps now, including updates for the os, and you won't be able to open those apps to download those updates. if your computer doesn't indicate an update every couple of years something is wrong with it; look up whether there's been an update anyway.

and i will tag: @sarah-sandwich-writes @kaiarchives @snehithiye @meerawrites @zestymimblo

#or #summer reading tag

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justadiva · 1 year

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3 marriage proposals girl omg??? what’s your secret!!! and why did you turn them all down, if you’re comfortable answering in general terms 👀

lol I don't mind sharing! they were all very wild experiences and less indicative of me than of the men in question however know going into this that I have never been broken up with, and am a hussy

[tw to the first paragraph for emotional domestic abuse + trauma dump]

First guy was my first real relationship out of high school. like I slept around in college but this was the first guy I Dated. I was 18, he was 29, lots of behind the scenes grooming and emotional stuff which you know its hard to know where the line blurs between neglect and abuse but like if your 18 year old gf is crying next to you and you laugh and turn away from her like maybe youre the asshole?? sorry-- trauma dump but you asked!! anyways we had a crazy experience where he had a health emergency (because we were fucking please keep this in mind) that sent him to the hospital and thats where I met his parents and from that point on they just decided I was a member of the family (I have Extremely Wild Memories of this family). The part that kept me around was that I was Very Close to his niece who lived with him, her mom was out of the picture and so she really took to me and I to her.

2 years later... he has not told me he loves me (nor I him!), but says that we should get married; that he would never want children of his own and that a wedding ring and an actual wedding would be too expensive. Better to get it on paper and nothing else. A few months later from his "proposal" he didn't speak to me for 11 days, and in those 11 days I realized how great my life was without him. I drove to his house (we were long distance at the end of our relationship, I always drove to him and he would never visit me) knocked on his door, greeted his brother, said a sincere goodbye to his niece and then took my book off his bookshelf. He followed me out and was/acted extremely confused; wanted to talk things out but I was done.

Guy 2! Met through a mutual friend, dated for 2 weeks before he said "I love you" (fun fact about me: I hadn't told a man "I love you" once in my whole damn life [thank you man #1!!] until 1 month ago to my current boyfriend) It was fun at first because basically like every single one of our kinks overlapped and that was *fantastic* and I learned a lot about myself in those two months, and like one of his kinks was worshiping/spoiling me, and I'm super into that, but I'm also aloof like a cat. I must be worshiped as the sun, but like.. dont touch me SO MUCH (except my now bff muah) and he was SO needy. and my aloofness really hurt his sensitive puppy feelings.

He also didn't have a lot of skills or interests outside of hockey, which he was extremely good at and I wouldn't be surprised if he makes something of himself with it (this was fun for me cause I like to ice skate and I would skate sometimes while they practiced so the team like me-- hockey slang and dudes are fun!) oh and drinking, he was german [but his name was french] and he could and would drink anyone under the table. But yeah drinking and hockey are not the 2 skills I want the future father of my children to have, and like a month and 1/2 into our really great sex he made the mistake (after the mistake of telling me he loved me during puppy love... I find false declarations to be extremely off putting.) of saying something about "our daughter" and I was like hold up.

I didn't know where to squeeze this in until now: he gave me a ring! so it was his most prized possession that he had gotten after a (deep breath) pilgrimage? in norway where over the course of his journey the blacksmith made and engraved this ring for him that was also a symbol of his soul and his devotion to Freya <- yes he was a Heretic which I am all for cause he was the woke non-racist kind but yeah I was like oh thank you for your soul ring, I like trinkets :D and because he was several times my size the ring didnt fit me so I wore it in on the same chain as my fidget ring.

Then, later? cant remember how long I had the ring- he told me at ihop that he wanted to take me to germany to meet his family so that he could give me his grandmother's wedding ring and then we could be properly married. He explained to me then that ever since I accepted his norse ring that we were married. I was DEVASTATED for him y'all dont understand. I feel so bad about breaking peoples hearts and honestly everything he was doing was *technically*?? romantic but I was like PLEASE save your Grandmother's ring for someone who loves you and has *told you that she loves you* and, I told him in plain english, someone who he had known for longer than 2 months.

He dropped me off from breakfast, I gave him back the first ring [he tried to make me keep it. I put it on the ground in front of him outside my house] and calmly broke up with him while he broke down into tears. I held him and shushed him and said no you may not call me and no we will not be seeing each other again and wished him the best. Then went inside leaving him to cry out there. He knocked a few times but I was busy not answering the door. Hope he's well!

#3 I met through a different mutual friend! he's still only an acquaintance + we're on good terms. (fun fact he has the same name as my dad!) He's autistic and aromantic, very antisocial but extremely intelligent + cool dude. The weird part was that he's from old money and is the "heir" and needs an heir himself. So he, as one of our first interactions + actually without ever meeting me but only knowing of me through our mutual friend proposed.

Breakdown: We would be married like Victorian Style, married in title but without romance + I would have a yearly salary basically for having 1 son (like invitro eugenics style so like its 5sure a boy and I would only have 1 child), and raising him lovingly in the household of (but not underfoot of) my husband. I am slightly off my own rocker so I genuinely contemplated this and broke down the pros and cons.

PROS: I can be a housewife its a skillset and I have it. (oh maybe thats why I get dudes who want a Wife tm) He'd set me up for life like super legal style and thats sexy. I could sleep around! It was like part of the deal! We could each have our partners as long as it wouldn't affect the boy (we're getting to that) [I could divorce him after the boy went to college and retain my yearly salary!] + he even was like "we dont have to have sex" but I was offended by this honestly because Im a vixen.

CONS: Really and truly the only cons are that I cannot see how this situation would not traumatize The Boy and if I ever did have A Son And Heir he would become My One True Love and Obsession [throw back to me being crazy :)] and I could not bare for him to be traumatized.

So yeah I just basically said "Thank you for the very cool offer but I cannot accept." and he was like "Contact me if you ever change your mind." The reason I actually even wrote those tags earlier was I was thinking to myself that if my current relationship doesnt work out that I would call him.

#anon you have to reveal yourself so ppl dont think I sent this to myself #the secret is being down to clown #I have a huge threshold for crazy until the day that I am done with it #i also think being aloof has something to do with it a lot of men tell me im just like their mother...

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makingshortstorieslong · 1 year

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Hi hello what a beautiful night to freak out about the prospect the possibility the perhaps probability of living alone forever

every time I think maybe this is actually what I want. I have a huge meltdown about it later.

like the fact that I'm on the other side of the world from my close friends and family currently is definitely a contributing factor. There's no 'call someone to come over' or 'go stay at my parents' for a weekend' to help. But also even when I had those options...someone always has to leave eventually and then I'm alone again.

i like being alone! but like. I like being alone by choice, not by default. Like the default SHOULD be other people in the kitchen. Other people in the car. and also those people should be my brothers probably. I don't know how to live with anyone other than my family and I feel this worry that I will never learn how. Like... I cannot grow and change and experiment in that house. I spent the whole summer wanting to go to meeting for worship to try it and I did not. There are all kinds of things that I may or may not want to get involved in that I never would living at home. The fear of judgement is so real even if it's kind of silly. But anyway I have to move out. Also I already did. But like... WHO is going to hug me when I am sad. WHO is going to bring me soup when I am sick. WHO is going to let me make them dinner. WHO is going to be pleasantly surprised that I did the dishes before they could get to it. I feel suffocated by the my own ego - I am thinking so loud to fill up this apartment - I am so sick of me and I cannot take a break from me either - and yet I cannot do those things I need like another human being or something.

i think I'm okay at making friends. I have some really good ones. I don't really want more because I want to just keep the ones I have forever and I am aware of the limits of my attention and time and memory, if not the limits of my love. but like at some point I guess I'll have to? I'm not sure where this paragraph was going. I'm going to hit post and go shower now. I finally bought a shower water filter. Yay.

just frustrated I can't see an end to this issue in sight. i am aware that this is a problem typical to the human condition. i never claimed to be original.

Also alone but with pets is a huge improvement over just alone. I miss my cat.

i knew this would happen but it is not making it easier!!!!! i have cried twice this week

also I have FUCKING tinnitus and I guess I'll go to a doctor but maybe that's just here to stay and honestly I am going to run straight into a wall

#believe it or not typing this out has calmed me down #I do keep a journal actually and sometime I write this garbage there - a lot more often than I write it here - but sometimes it feels good #to post instead. journal entries don't garner sympathy lmao. anyway really I'm fine it's just my regularly scheduled meltdown #I've been having this one at intervals for probably four or five years now? Love looking forward to an unknowable length of time more!#possibly the literal rest of my life!#now see there is a suicide joke I want to make there but unfortunately that's also not funny :( so I'm just pointing it out so maybe you'll #imagine it bc like. It is funny. We're this a short story I'd write it. however it's not so I won't go there #it's along the lines of humpty dumpy telling Alice how to stay seven years old. Actually. No it's not. It made sense before I typed it #perhaps I'll delete this but it's unlikely #if you read all this I apologize

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dylanakamura · 1 year

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Why I Love Yume Nikki. In honor of finishing this amazing game a year ago today. Spoilers for the game's ending in Paragraphs 6 and 7, but the rest is spoiler free and can be read by anybody!

One Year ago today, I finished Yume Nikki, one of the most unique experiences with a game I had ever had up to that point, and to this day after experiencing countless amazing pieces of art Yume Nikki still stands tall among them as one of my favorites. Why is that? In this post I’d like to go over what makes Yume Nikki truly stick with me as well as many others, and why it appeals to me in a way few other works can.

The Game

Yume Nikki isn’t like most games. I wouldn’t even say it truly has a story to it. Yume Nikki is an experience. In the words of Kikiyama, the game's creator, “...this game allows you to explore the world inside a dream (thus its setting). There is no particular story or purpose. It simply is an exploring game.” The only instruction you get from the game is on how to save, how to go to sleep (entering the dream world a.k.a. Nexus), and the goal to collect all 24 effects you can find throughout the Nexus. From here, where you go is up to you. You can explore the many doors of the Nexus and all the weird environments and creatures it houses. The effects turn our main character, commonly known as Madotsuki, into different versions of herself or give her specific items such as turning her into a cat, giving her a bike, or making her ride a broom in a witches outfit. Outside of the opening instructions, the title card, and the menus there isn’t any dialogue to be found. All you can really do is explore at your own discretion, the events that occur in your playthrough are entirely yours to decide. It’s a totally alinear experience where you decide when the story begins and ends.

The World

You start the Game alone in Madotsuki’s apartment, which you cannot leave. It’s a lonely place with only a bookshelf, video game console, a diary to record her dreams, and her bed. The balcony isn’t any different, being very dull and dirty as well as fairly high from the ground, creating a greater sense of isolation for Madotsuki. When she heads to sleep she can enter the Nexus, the world of her own dreams. There are 12 doors leading to 12 different zones which all have their own mini zones, creatures, and themes. With the help of the effects you find, you can discover whole new areas as well as new interaction with the world itself. And on top of that, there are many secret events that only have a small chance of happening upon falling asleep, creating even more value to exploring every inch of this world. There are many theories as to what events of experiences led to Madotsuki’s mind becoming the way it has, but I’ll dive further into that in a later slide. I can see why this type of game isn;t appealing to everyone, who wants to sink time into a game that doesn;t answer your burning questions about the world, but I think that approach misses the point of the game entirely, so please give it a shot if you’ve never played the game before.

Madotsuki

Madotsuki isn’t really a common name in Japan. It’s actually the word for Window. Some fans even believe that Madotsuki isn;t even our playable character's name, but more symbolic of what she represents; a window into her dreams. Madotsuki’s shirt also resembles a window, and can even be interpreted as the japanese character 囧, which means “to shine” or “window” reinforcing Madotsuki’s role in the game. The last detail about Madotsuki I’d like to cover is her eyes. Throughout the game Madotsuki’s eyes are never open, the only time being when her Cat effect is active, but many don’t consider those red beady eyes to be her real eyes. Her eyes being closed are heavily interpretable as well, some believing they represent how Madotsuki is closing herself off from the world to live in her own dream world. But again, like everything with Yume Nikki, this is heavily interpretable as well.

Infinite Interpretability.

What I believe to be the strongest aspect of Yume Nikki is how anyone can play this game and put their own pieces together to construct their own narrative with what the game gives you. With the game and its creator not giving you a single answer or confirmation of any detail within the game besides how you play it, no interpretation can be wrong either. Every person's unique experience is, in a sense, canon. Part of why this game has continued to grow on me is that as my values on art, stories, games, etc. change, my own interpretation can change and evolve with it. My first impression of what took place in the game is far different from what it’s evolved into, but every step of the way since then, the way I’ve seen the story continues to be valid. And what’s so powerful about that is because it parallels life so beautifully. Everyone comes to their own conclusion on how they should live their lives, and you can’t truly rule out someone's own idea of what life means to them. And that idea can change and evolve as we all grow as people. Yume Nikki truly is one of the most perfect reflections of life that I've ever seen within art, which is kind of ironic for a game that feels so avant garde and strange in its world.

Spoiler Warning for the ending of Yume Nikki. If you want to go in blind for what the 24 effects do once you finish the game(which I highly, highly, HIGHLY recommend you do), please don’t read these next 2 paragraphs.

My Own Interpretations on Yume Nikki - 1

For the sake of example, I’d like to share how I saw Yume Nikki a year ago, and how I see it now. I believed that us, the player, acted as the subconscious within Madotsuki. Just like in a dream where we have no control of the direction it goes, Madotsuki isn’t in control when entering the Nexus, we are. We are the spirit in Madotsuki’s heart that helps her confront the trauma she’s experienced so she can take back her life from the grips of despair. In a sense, we are her human spirit to keep on living in a world that keeps pushing her down. My thoughts weren’t fully formed with this idea though, I couldn’t explain the ending, why she takes her own life after collecting the 24 effects and placing them as eggs in the center of the Nexus. I knew there were holes in my theory, but i didn;t see that as a bad thing, because in the end I still believed in the idea that everybody's own unique takeaway can coexist since again, there isn’t a single piece of evidence that can truly disprove anybody’s theory on the events of Yume Nikki. Even reading back on this theory, I can fill in those holes now and come up with a new thought process just as valid as my current one, or anyone’s current one.

My Own Interpretations on Yume Nikki - 2

My current interpretation on the other hand goes like this. Madotsuki is a troubled Hikkikomori. She’s been through countless traumatic events, to what extent we won’t ever truly know, but that’s not the point. I believe that Madotsuki finding all 24 effects and exploring the Mandala that is her own mind is her facing her trauma head on and internalizing it, and when she uses them it’s her learning to overcome those fears related to them. Her placing them all down as eggs is her finally coming to terms with everything that’s happened, and that gives her the power to move on. She finally found her true self and now has the power to finally wake up. When she wakes up and Leaps off her balcony, I believe this is also within her dream, since in the credits, we see inhabitants of the dream world dancing around the bloodstain on the ground. Not Madotsuki’s corpse, just a stain, which mirrors an area you can find in the Nexus. This symbolic death is the catalyst for her new life and the true journey ahead of her. I also believe in an opposing theory, one that’s the total opposite of what I’ve just laid out. Madotsuki collecting the effects burdens her, she can’t take all these memories of her trauma and dream manifestations of her worst moments. Her laying all the effects down overwhelms her into waking up and jumping. This Madotsuki is a cautionary tale. She wasn;t able to come to terms with her own life and ended it. The dream world creatures we see in the credits show that she’s returned to an eternal dream world never to wake up.

In Conclusion

These two interpretations are seemingly opposites, but the nature of Yume Nikki lets them both exist, along with many, many, many others. There are even countless fan games in the same format where people have put their own experiences and feelings into a game, such as Lisa the First, Yume 2kki, .flow, and probably hundreds of more with their own dedicated fan bases and own fan games. The powerful nature of Yume Nikki is how it brings out our own feelings. We can piece together stories that we like, that inspire us, that make us miserable, or that make us see life more clearly. Yume Nikki is a phenomenon like very few other works of art. It puts a mirror up to our own lives and experiences and if you put the thought into it like I have, it can truly be a life changing experience that I won’t soon forget, which is quite impressive for a game I’ve only spent maybe 10 hours in total playing. If you’ve made it this far into the post, please consider playing the game, it’s free on steam, it can run on any computer or even a phone I’m sure, and with an open mind it can be a beautiful time.

#yume nikki #kikiyama #rpg maker #rpg maker horror #games #horror games #video games #madotsuki

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cottoncandy-cult · 6 months

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Life Within the Soul Sneak Peak

Below is a sneak peak of the intro to a book that is in the works for my Ao3, Life Within the Soul. Though it sounds like a straight-line fanfic I can assure you it is not, in it I will be posting an array of one-shots, scenarios, smuts and more all taking place in a special world. This is effectively my universal fix-it fic collection for every character I'm grieving for and show I miss; it will include reader inserts and Oc stuff and a wide array of characters and their new lives in this seemingly modern world where they finally have the options and support, they need to heal. I plan to keep most characters relatively in character, some will be slightly toned down depending on what I'm writing. This is only a small part of the intro; the whole intro was too long to post here and the parts that primarily describe the world at large are in the first 2 paragraphs. This is where we meet the goddess, my Author persona so to speak, who is in the process of preparing for her next "rescue mission". Check it out, it will feature an array of characters, so there may even be crossover action, don't be surprised to learn that Sukuna from Jujutsu Kaisen is gym buddies with Shiva from Record of Ragnarök lol. There are no real set-in stone stories, so one day Gojo might be the owner of a lingerie empire and married to a cat girl kemonomimi that was a background character from some long-forgotten phone game and the next day he is in a polyamorous relationship with Geto and a femboy stoner and Gojo is a house husband while Geto owns a popular club in the red-light district. So yeah, if you're interested in that kinda chaos check out my Ao3 and keep an eye out for the book drop. Each chapter will have warnings as needed, so remember to look at the notes and description so you can tell what's instore. There will be adult content overall, so if you're super worried about accidentally reading something you aren't into just skip it.

"I wonder who will arrive next…It hurts my heart to see the children of creativity pass… but I can't wait to see them." A woman with long pastel pink hair sat at a work bench, in her hands was a piece of silky snow-white clay. Laying on a metal sheet that sat nearby was a series of featureless white dolls, they were small but would soon grow and adjust to the size of the host that would soon bring them to life. In the kiln nearby another tray slowly baked, preparing a fresh batch of blessed soul shells. The tv on the wall that the work bench was pressed to was turned on, on it she watched the life of yet another person that was born in a created universe. She felt bad for them, they were living creatures though the ones that created them call them characters and treat them as if they are not real. Of course this wasn't the creators fault, after all in their world these people AREN'T real. They are people made from the imagination, given life on paper and screeen. How were they supposed to know about the alternative diminsions much less understand the true reality of the diminsion they live in. How were they supposed to know that each world that made, actually made a world? How were they supposed to know they were the gods of these people's world. That each life of suffering was inflicted on someone that truly lived within another diminsion, every choice sealing each person's fate without the so called "characters" even realizing they never had a choice to start with and it was all done for the entertainment of others and advancement of plot. That nothing was ever in their control. It was a fact that hurt the goddess, she was familiar with the soul birth process as she spent some time making the souls that would be born within the various created universes. It was one of the first things she learned when she ascended, each god of creation having to learn the step-by-step process that was the creation of life, realms and all that lies within. Of course she long since finished her training, and so she has been left to use her powers as she sees fit. It was the pain she felt while making these souls, knowing the truth of their existence, that drove her to create the techniques that allowed her to expand the depths of her soul and build a world within herself, a place that would remain untouched so long as she drew breath. And for her to provide bodies for all those she sought to save, so many souls cast into darkness because the media source that created their life and story had ended. Thus ending their story, the closest thing to rebirth being the creation of an entirely different version of them within a series of pocket universes formed by fans that live within the creator universe at that point. She was proud of some of them, their so called "fix it" fics doing a lot to soothe her sadness while she works on getting vessels prepared for the line of dead and work her way to the media source's "named characters" to whom she had grown especially attached. Though she'd never admit it out loud, there were some people she favored because she had bore witness to their lives and to the media that determined their fate from start to finish. "Don't worry little ones…Mama will rescue you from the darkness, I promise." Mint green eyes looked up the screen, fingers moving on muscle memory as she worked harder to finish the next few batches so that she can get started on the reincarnation process. "I can't wait to meet you all…"

#candy cult vault #fluff #sneak peak of my new ao3 book #Will be rated mature on Ao3 as this will include everything from fluff to smut to scenarios #this is the world in which my fix it fics will take place in so I don't have to worry about plot and explanation for why they do things #this will be for an array of characters and shows #be ready for the occasional crossover #this is gonna get chaotic lmao #I'll notify when I post the intro and first few parts #really needin some Gojo

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formagdalene · 9 months

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To the best pet I ever had

Draco was useless. He didn’t bark at intruders. He makes strangers pet him. He doesn’t give any sense of security whatsoever whenever you leave the house. He fills the house and clothes with white fur. He requires complete vaccinations, regular visits to the vet, grooming and expensive cat food. He’s high maintenance and serves no other purpose in my life except,

to make me smile.

So when he died, I missed every useless thing he served purpose for. I can write entire paragraphs about how much he meant to me but what really moved me to write this is the memories I had with him and the people I loved. We got him because my roommate was sad. My roommate was sad and I got her a cat from a shelter. I took pictures of the cat we got from a shelter and sent them to my brother. A few days later, my brother gave me Draco. The entire story speaks of love that was passed down between people who cared for each other.

Love led me to Draco so how can I not love him?

And in the darkest years of my life, Draco was there. He saw me panicking and crying over my licensure exam. He saw me waking up at 4am to prepare for each exam. He saw me celebrating with my roommates when we finished. He saw me spending endless days alone in Calamba during my moonlighting years. He got to see my condo, my apartment, my house. He got to see my friend’s houses even. He went on roadtrips, car rides to nowhere specific. He slept on different beds, as long as I was there too. He was unfazed, cool and remained cute through it all. He also used his litter box consistently.

He also saw me in the first few months of residency. And that was where I gradually started letting go of him. I was rarely home. I could not take care of him the same way as before. He started getting fleas. His fur became matted. He didn’t smell like a newborn baby anymore. He spent hours in the forest in our backyard. He drank less water, got urinary retention, became septic, got confined in a vet hospital and was discharged. And then he couldn’t eat after. I was on duty when he died.

I went back to the hospital with a lot of anger. At myself, at my working hours, at my negligence. I felt like a mother who didn’t love her son enough and so he died. It hurt a hundredfold because I knew I didn’t take care of him enough. It hurt because I had no one to blame but myself.

So I play videos of him when he was younger. I play videos of a time when his fur was beautiful and smelled like a baby’s. I play videos of the past, dream of memories of good times, and try, slowly, to forgive myself. Because I knew in his own way, he loved me as much as I loved him and he wouldn’t want to see me crying.

I believe that pets have reincarnation. I believe that someday, I’ll stumble upon another cat again, and I would into his eyes and know he’s back on earth again. I don’t know what breed or color he’ll take but I just know someday we’ll meet again. And hopefully, in his next life, he gets to live for 25 years like how we planned. I hope he gets to see me get married, get my fellowship, have kids and live in a beautiful house. I hope he gets to walk down the aisle, gets to sleep on my handouts again while I study, play with my kids and explore our house someday.

Hope is a dangerous thing, but it is the only thing I can give myself during the lowest moments of my life.

#pets #story

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lunerbean · 3 years

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Witch Tips 24

Holy shit it's been over a year since I posted one of these but it's because I kept setting myself up for failure by putting way too high of expectations on myself to crank out 10 new and unique and helpful tips everytime I got 100 new followers except first it was 10 and then it was 50 and holy shit I got so stressed about these so I've just been writing them down as I've thought of them instead and now here we are, please be gentle.

Hello here are tips

1. Use transfer paper and a hair dryer to decorate candles.

Maybe you're doing a spell for someone & you want to put a picture of that person on the candle. This can be a way to help you better visualize the effects of the spell on the person the spell is for. Or maybe you need a picture on the candle for some other reason. Maybe you want to put pictures of coins on it for a money spell. Or hearts for a love spell. Simply print out whatever you want on transfer paper, cut it out & place the image face-down on the candle. Then, you'll want to get your hairdryer and a piece of tissue paper (I highly suggest the tissue paper is the same color as the candle, otherwise you risk getting that color onto the candle. Which can also be fine, but if it's not what you want...) use the blow dryer on a low-warm setting to melt the photo onto the candle side. Remove the tissue paper and there you have it! A picture printed onto a candle.

2. You can incorporate witchcraft into ANYTHING... even brushing your teeth.

I recently got this fucking delicious toothpaste from Trader Joe's. I'm one of those people who sometimes struggles to brush my teeth twice a day because I hate the taste of toothpaste. So I got a super unconventional toothpaste flavor instead, "fennel, propolis, & Myrrh. And about a week after using it, it struck me -holy shit these ingredients have meaning behind them. Most obviously, myrrh is associated with wisdom and meditation. And fennel has been used in magic for centuries! Even if you use regular mint toothpaste, that ingredient has power behind it! Obviously this goes more so for natural toothpastes but I'm sure you can find a way to enchant other varieties as well! Use the ingredients already infused into your toothpaste for enchantments & glamours!

3. Actually study your grimoire.

If I sound at all harsh by saying this, it's only because I'm being harsh with myself too. Study your grimoire. Don't just write everything down & then expect to have it all perfectly memorized & be a master in everything you research. Reread it. Rework it. Learn.

4. Feel drawn to be a sea witch but you don't live by the ocean? Get a saltwater aquarium!

First off, I'm not saying that it's a flawless solution. Being a witch of the sea is more than just using salty fish water in your craft. HOWEVER, with that out of the way, there's no way that a salt water aquarium will harm your craft as a sea witch. Think of it like a houseplant for a green witch. Sure, living in the forest would be better but it's still something special to be able to bring a little piece of your craft into your home.

5. Personal taglocks make a spell more powerful, but exercise caution when using them.

Undoubtedly, using a taglock (such as a strand of hair) can better connect you to the spells you're performing, but they're not always wise to use. I only use them in extremely personal spells and crafts. Things that no one except for me can have access to. I would never suggest using a taglock on something that you wish to give another person (especially another witch) such as a spell bottle or sachet. Even if you're best friends. Even if you're siblings. Even if you're MARRIED. You never know when a relationship can turn south or what someone is capable of when they're extremely angry with you. Don't risk it.

6. Be respectful of the deities that you don't worship or work with

I don't work with deities. Shocker, I know. I have my own belief system when it comes to higher powers that I won't get into on Tumblr, probably ever. But I do believe in showing respect to all things, both living, dead, & otherwise specified. If a deity approaches you who you're not interested in working with, please remain kind & respectful with in declination. You're allowed to say no to anyone and everyone.

7. Just because someone is more experienced doesn't necessarily mean they're always right.

Without naming names or being too specific, there was a witch I followed on Tumblr for a long time. They were much older than me and had been a witch for like 20+ years. I followed everything they said as fact. But slowly, over time I started to learn more and realized I didn't always agree with them. They were SO negative. If they heard basically anything new that younger witches were coming up with, they'd have a whole 10 paragraph post about how "stupid and wrong and ridiculous and fake" these new witches were. There was not an ounce of open mindedness with this person. And because of that, I started to feel really bad about myself and my craft. Things they said would stick with me and I'd feel so shitty about it. Well fuck. That. More experience means absolutely nothing if the person is unwilling to learn or expand their minds beyond their previous knowledge. Anyone can learn and anyone can teach. Age means nothing. Surround yourself with open minded people.

8. Put full moon water into your humidifier to charge your space.

This is an idea that only just occurred to me while I was setting up my crystals & jar of water to charge under the full blue moon on Samhain. I always turn my glowing humidifier on at night while I sleep. As I watched the mist begin to arise out the top I thought to myself, 'if I'm charging that water (the glass jar on my altar) for the full moon, why not this water too?' So now, I just add a little splash of full moon water into my humidifier water whenever I'm performing rituals or doing spell work. This way, the full moon water can charge my entire bedroom with the power of the full moon as I work.

Speaking of...

9. You can charge water under more moon phases than just full.

I don't know if that wording was weird or not so I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense. My point is, I always see people talking about moon water as if it's only full moon water. The moon holds power in every phase she goes through. Adding to the above tip, you can put new moon water into your humidifier to cleanse your space. Waxing moon water to help you plan and focus. And waning moon water to assist during a banishment spell. Hell yeah dude, all phase of the moon are useful and powerful!

10. Incense matches are a great alternative to full incense sticks

I love burning incense, but sometimes it can really overwhelm the area, especially because my house is small & I dont want to expose my cat to it. Incense matches are literally matches that are covered in incense powder. They burn for just a few minutes & produce a steady stream of smoke for spells. They come in a bunch of different scents. I buy them locally for 30 matches for $1.05USD but you can probably find them cheaper online. Still be sure to keep them away from pets & those who are smoke-sensitive.

Thank you so much for reading, follow me for more #10tips, search my blog for the previous 230 tips, & have a magical day.

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kuroopaisen · 3 years

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brat || gojou satoru

➵ gojou wants you to pay attention to him. and no, he doesn’t care about how annoying he’s being.

wc: 2k

warnings: gn!reader, gojou is Annoying, mild spoilers i guess?

a/n: hi welcome to my gojou brainrot i would like to escape and yet i cannot,,, will i deliver more mindless fanfic? who knows!

You sigh, turning the page of your book with an exhausted kind of resignation. Had you even comprehended what’s in the last paragraph? Or had you just let your eyes gloss over it, admiring the shape of the letters without actually taking any of them in?

Reading a book isn’t so difficult under normal circumstances; sure, you’ve got your own concentration to wrestle with, but that’s an (occasionally) tameable beast.

The man sprawled on the couch next to you, however, is not.

“Are you done yet?” Gojou hums, sticking his legs straight up in the air.

“I’ll be done sooner if you shut up,” you mumble, starting from the top of the page for what feels like the thirty-second time in the past five minutes.

Gojou’s not handling the boredom well. He’s spent the past five minutes cycling between humming Danse Macabre in an octave too high to be comfortable while swinging his legs in circles and poking your cheek as he crouches next to you on his knees.

“You’re the one who said I could come over,” he chirps, completely unfazed by your words.

“I never said that,” you mumble.

It’s not a lie. Earlier today, Gojou’d asked if you were going out tonight. You’d said no. He’d decided to take that as permission to crash at your place.

Although the onus is at least a little on you; he has a habit of doing things like this. You’ve got to be one step ahead of him if you want to win against him on a petty debate like that.

A head of white hair wriggles its way onto your lap.

“Satoru?”

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m bored,” he hums.

That much is obvious. But you know it’s not that simple; he’s bored, yes, but more importantly, he wants your attention. Even your chest flutters at that.

“You’re a grown man,” you smile. “Entertain yourself.”

A well-worn coquettish smile plays on his lips. “I can’t tell if you’re being lewd or not.”

You slap his chest.

“Ow!” He gasps, placing a hand over his heart. “I can’t believe you’d be so cruel to me!”

“Then stop being annoying.”

“I’d like to think I’m ‘charmingly playful’.”

“Do you take constructive criticism?” You tilt your head at him, biting back a smile.

“I would,” he muses, “if I weren’t already perfect.”

“That ego of yours is going to get you into serious trouble one day,” you grin, flicking his forehead gently.

He lets you, grinning back. “Ah, but you see, my dear,” he hums, grabbing your hand before you draw it away and lacing your fingers with his. It’s a bit of an awkward angle, but you don’t mind.

“I’m simply stating the truth.”

“Well, the truth hurts,” you mutter, “so it’s no surprise no-one wants to hear you gassing yourself up.”

Gojou laughs. His hair tickles your inner thighs and you’re almost convinced to give in. But it wouldn’t be good form to feed his ego after chiding him for it.

You’re well-aware his ego’s already gotten him in trouble – many times, in fact. But Gojou seems to have a way of wheedling his way out of anything.

And, of course, you know that his ego doesn’t come from nowhere.

Doesn’t stop it from being annoying, though. The fact it’s at least partially well-founded makes it worse.

You take a deep breath, turning your attention back to this blasted book. Gojou will just have to wait.

“Why are you even reading that brick?” He muses, tapping the bottom of the book’s spine with one long finger. “You look bored out of your mind. And, you’ve been on the same page for the past five minutes.”

“You know,” you tilt your head to the side, a sour look on your face. “‘Adult stuff.’ Upskilling and all that.”

“Ah,” Gojou grins. “Career work.”

“Mhm,” you sigh. “And some of us can’t just learn on the job.”

Although, you ponder, the thought blurred with gentle melancholy, some of us aren’t constantly risking our lives.

Gojou always tells you not to worry; he’s the strongest jujutsu sorcerer there is, after all. But even that’s not enough to lull you into an uneasy sleep, to bring you warmth when your bed is cold.

You’re never truly at ease until you feel him slip into your bed in the early hours of the morning, his arms slinking around your waist and pulling you towards him. It’s like clockwork how he buries his head in your shoulder as every muscle in his body relaxes. He always thinks you’re asleep – and honestly, it’s easier to let him keep believing that.

What you’ve got isn’t exactly a ‘relationship’. At least, not in the most traditional sense of the word. Gojou’s never pretended to offer you that. But it’s not so simple as a ‘friends-with-benefits’ arrangement.

Gojou Satoru doesn’t suit the domestic. But he relishes in it, the same way a child might enjoy playing at high tea with little plastic teacups and cupcakes made of playdough. Some might find this frustrating – the idea of existing in this grey, a dark, nebulous unknown stippled with moments of affection and vulnerability.

But there’s still comfort in it; a sense of understanding, a place to let loose and relax. Being part of this world is hard. It’s so cruel – sending children out to fight things they barely comprehend, letting them suffer and even die. And what do they have to show for it? A future of doing the same thing while also having to navigate just how shit the world of sorcerers truly is?

Why aren’t more of your colleagues angry about this? One counsellor isn’t enough to maintain the wellbeing of these children. Do the higher-ups even care? Well, you know the answer to that question – it’s enough to make you want to throttle each and every one of them—

“Hey.”

You clatter back to earth, met by a pair of electric blue eyes. It’s easy to forget just how striking they are; it’s like they can stare right into your very core, laying out secrets you never even knew you had.

“Hm?” You blink at him. You can’t risk him knowing you’re worried. He doesn’t stand for that sort of thing; he’ll just tease you for being concerned about him. Though, you’re well-aware that he enjoys being doted on.

“You’re spacing out,” he smiles. “Again.”

Sure, he sounds like he’s joking. But even he can’t disguise that little flash in his eyes, the slight tension in his face. It’s the same expression he has when he talks about that new student of his.

Gojou understands you better than you’d like. Every little tell, every tiny hint towards what you’re actually thinking. It’s near impossible to hide anything from him; it’s irritating, really.

But, at least he’s got the decency to leave the direction of the conversation in your hands.

You weigh it for a moment, deciding how exactly to respond. Should you play it off and throw his brattiness back in his face? Or should you pry open that conversation like the doors of an old temple?

Today’s not the day. Neither of you are ready for that.

You stick your tongue out at him. Perhaps it’s not how an adult should behave, but you don’t care. Neither does Gojou.

“I think,” he sighs, plucking the book out of your hands and tossing it across the room, “it’s time you took a break.”

You yelp a moment too late, watching your book slap against the wall and flop to the floor. It’s only a paperback – thank God – but you’re not ready to fix another dent in the wall caused by the force of mayhem known as Gojou Satoru.

“And I have been waiting long enough,” he grins, wrapping his arms around your neck and launching forward.

“Satoru—”

It’s too late. He’s got you pinned beneath him – and not in a sexy way. All six feet and three inches of him is laid flat on top of you, your face smothered by his chest.

You punch his side weakly.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” he laughs.

“Fine,” you try to say. All you get is a mouthful of Gojou’s shirt. You slip your hands up said shirt and tickle his sides.

“Hey, hey, hey—” He splutters, grabbing at your wrists.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” You smirk, continuing your assault.

Gojou whines, propping himself up by his palms and arching his back like a cat in an attempt to shake you off.

“Get back here,” you grin, lifting your torso in response.

His arms are immediately wrapped around you, pinning your own arms to your sides. You yelp in surprise, finding yourself laid gently against the couch with your face pressed against his neck.

“Much better,” Gojou chuckles, still on top of you as he nestles his head into your shoulder.

It’s not the most comfortable position, but that’s rarely a priority when it comes to Gojou. You wouldn’t be surprised if this wasn’t just his way of goading you into relocating to your bed for ease of cuddling (although you have your doubts that it’s the only thing on his mind).

“You want attention that bad, huh?” You chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck.

“Mhm,” he smirks, bringing his head up to get a proper look at you. “I’m a busy man, you know. I don’t think you’re appreciating my free time enough.”

“And yet, you never seem to leave my damn house,” you muse. “I’m starting to think you don’t actually have a job.”

Gojou laughs, leaning down and kissing you properly.

“That’s not an answer,” you say against his lips.

He ignores you, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You sigh, conceding. His lips are so soft yet so persistent, somehow both desperate and playful. He’s aggravatingly good at this sort of thing – before Gojou, you didn’t really understand what it meant to be a ‘good kisser’. But of course, he manages to excel at this, too. And annoyingly enough, he’d been right to brag about it.

He brings one hand up to cup your cheek and moves another down to your waist. It’s a surprisingly chaste move for him, but you don’t mind. You tangle your own hands in his hair, resisting the urge to tug it. If you do that, you’ll officially lose any chance of getting more reading done tonight. Although your ability to focus on anything other than him is waning quickly.

When Gojou pulls back, he’s got that look in his eyes. The one that always makes your cheeks flush, makes your heart feel a little lighter. The one that almost makes you say something stupid.

Thank God you always have your wits about you.

“You get five minutes,” you sigh. “And then you’ve got to let me finish the chapter I’m on, okay? Then I’m all yours.”

Gojou’s grin blossoms with delight.

He slots himself beneath your chin and rests his cheek against your chest. A hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You smile, propping your chin on the top of his head and wrapping your arms around him.

Despite all his big talk, his irksome demeanour, even his obnoxious height, Gojou Satoru loves to be held.

You always oblige. He never asks – that’s too close to admitting weakness.

But you understand. He needs this. Sometimes he just wants to be tended to.

Being let in like this is an honour. He’s letting you be part of his life, despite his grand plans. Plans that, when he’d told you them, shifted your whole understanding of him.

Gojou represents change.

You have to have faith in him. You have to believe he’ll make good on his promises and turn the sorcerer world on its head. It’s no easy burden; and despite what he claims, even he falters in the face of something so monumental.

But despite all that, he’s still him. He hasn’t let the weight of his goals crush him; at least, not entirely. He finds the little joys, indulges in mundane delights, sees the humour in things.

Gojou Satoru wants to change the world, but he still lets himself be a part of it.

Perhaps that’s why it’s so easy to love him.

Even if he can’t offer the stability and promise of a stable relationship.

Even if he’s a little brat.

#gojou x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo saturo x reader #gojou x you #gojou staoru x you #today on: rowan can't shut up!#free me from this hell!

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